Cinnamon Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A page from a diary of girl in love... The power of feelings can speak up as well.

 

I don’t remember, know when it happened. The exact time didn’t sick to my memory, neither did the way. Flick. Bright lightening, a peal of thunder. Shutters of pages with memories ripped off from the story of my life...

April. Sunny afternoon filled with laugh, cheerful optimism. That was the time I saw you for the first time. You had “something” in yourself that took my breath for a little while. Made me dazed, unable to move. I was speechless.

Irresistible charm? Or maybe it was your rakish grin and laughing blue eyes full of joy? Looking back in the past I can’t tell for sure. You cast a spell on me with just one look. Inexplicable magic. Mime can do more than thousands of words.

I don’t know what was happening next... Inability to perform any actions, the feeling of emptiness was covered by humdrum reality. The days, even felt like months passed like this... My sense forgot about you but I didn’t manage to cheat on my heart...

September. Seeing familiar face, I stiffed. Consciousness denied further cooperation with the reality. You smiled. You smiled to me. Gently, timidly. Like you were scared of something. Insecure brilliance of your eyes and just one gestures were enough. You squeezed my hand and introduced yourself. I don’t know if it was because of high temperature inside the room or your presence but I blushed.

You smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. I liked that smell, it reminded me of long Augusts’ nights. Why? Don’t ask, I don’t have any idea. The love is the state of mind and soul that even the greatest researchers can’t explain in a rational way. Everyone feels it differently and that’s the most beautiful thing about it. We love for nothing. There is no reason for love.

Me on the other hand... I didn’t ask for it! I was supposed to be tough, imperturbable. Determined perfectionist with the perfectly good present and ambitiously planned future. Who asked you to come with your shoes into my life? Because of you I feel like a intruder in my own body. I’m no longer myself. Imperceptibly with your help my soul has changed.

You brought into my life a bundle of surprising, tangled feelings for which I thank you anyway. Tears of happiness and the ability to relish every single second of my life.

I don’t want anything from you, really. Your unique, filled with careless sparkle smiles and sparkling with warm eyes. Because it is their picture that keeps me alive every time I stumble.

Without your permission you became my own angel. In four walls of heaven I turn into dust every night, dreaming about you. Let me one more time enjoy the view of dancing candles’ flames in infinite abyss of your eyes and I won’t leave with nothing.

I do care about you. You don’t know it, right? Maybe this is better this way. More comfortable? We can discuss this matter endlessly...

At least in dreams our running hands will find each other in blazing dance. At least there all the reasons why the dreams will never step into the reality will simply stop existing. You’ll be singing, whispering lines of my favourites songs – just over the ear – so I would understand. You’ll seize my hand and together we’ll disappear in the dense fog – so I would see.

It’s never too late to repair something which wasn’t broken at all. Just unfinished. Happiness is fragile and passing, just like love. Both of those feelings fill our hearts with hard to describe euphoria, delude us with its beauty and lure with its charm. I surrendered them without a fight. Do I regret? Never!

Cause since the day I met you I put my life on the longest, but also the most beautiful waiting in the universe. 


Submitted: December 04, 2012

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Criss Sole

This was a good read. I felt that I could really relate to some of this.

Thu, December 13th, 2012 11:46am

earnesthardman

Poetic words and romantic thoughts. A nice combination. My new persona is not real but I am being very cautious on this site. I have a desire to write more like you and get away from the chains of erotica that bind me in a search for popularity. You write in a style that is filled with emotion. Stating the feeling felt within. It plays no homage to narration or to dialogue and that is why I see it as Poetry. Good luck. Me.

Tue, February 5th, 2013 1:31pm

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